Warm light gently brushed across my eyes, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of Parochi. . . . Those anxious and sad eyes came to mind again, maybe it was a dream, how could there be anxiety? In the memory, those beautiful eyes that would make the Aswan star lose their luster were always full of smiles and a little innocent, how could they be anxious and sad. . . The piercing pain swept through me again, and everything went blank. . . Okay, do I have any memory or anything? The lingering, infinitely nostalgic whisper "Avril..." Followed by the breeze, but who it was was blank. . . The pain swept through me again, and my memory was like a child running in the fog. I could see his figure, but I couldn't get close.
After years of reading, my hands are itchy. .